AWOL

When I was 21, I was hitching a ride home (to Boston) from Fort Devens, Ma., for an overnight visit. After about 10 minutes I got picked up. It was an older guy, in his sixties probably. He asked where I was heading and I told him. He said he was only going to Concord. I told him that was fine and I’d catch a second ride from there. He was dressed in jeans and a flannel plaid shirt and smelled of a mixture of tobacco and sweat. Heady stuff. He told me he had just picked up some planting soil so he could get his wife’s garden ready for her as a surprise when she got out of the hospital next week. I inquired if it was anything serious and he said she had hip surgery, but was expected to be fine. There was something about the way he said she was gone until next week that piqued my interest, that and the fact that there was something so manly about this guy. I just had a hunch and so I decided to play it. I explained to him that when I rode in cars I had a tendency to doze and if I did to just nudge and not to be offended. He laughed a little and said no problem. So, I pretended to nod off keeping my left eye open a slit. I thought sexual thoughts and within seconds had a real good erection. Not bragging but I was known in those days for my cock, a solid 9″ cut with good girth. It wasn’t long until I could see him checking it out and not long after that that his breathing became shallow and raspy.

He lifted himself a bit and adjusted himself. I could see the outline in his jeans of a good sized cock. While steering with one hand he started rubbing himself. Then his hand came toward my crotch. It felt almost like a feather as he traced the outline of my dick. My hunch had been right. “Where do you want to go?” I said as I slowly opened my eyes. He stammered for a second and jerked his hand away. I took his hand and placed it back on my crotch, only I put it there much firmer. “Well?” I inquired. “You wanna go to my house?” he asked. “Sure.” And with that I reached over and took a hold of his pulsing prick as he groaned. As we approached what I assumed was his neighborhood, he said I should duck out of sight and I did. I bent over and put my face in his lap and started to kiss and nibble on his jean encased cock. He drove faster. We got to his house in a matter of a few minutes and drove right into his garage. He shut the door behind us. We entered his kithcen from the garage and he said he felt like a beer and if I cared for one. With that I walked over to him and started to unbuckle his belt and he protested mildly. I undid the button and unzipped the fly. I knelt before him and pulled in jockey shorts down. His cock was the twin of my very own–I guess this would be as close as I’d ever come to blowing myself. I started licking his balls and the the base of the shaft, then I slowly started dancing my tongue up and down the length of it, carefully avoidng the head. He was groaning with anticipatory pleasure. “Please,” he said, “let’s go upstairs.” “Lead the way.” I replied and proceeded to followed him up the stairs. When we got into a very small bedroom, he let his pants drop to the floor and stepped out of them. He then unbuttoned his shirt and removed it and pulled his T-shirt over his head. As he kicked his work boots off, I rapidly undressed. His hard-on was pointing almost straight up and it looked even larger that before. “How old are you?” I asked. “Sixty-eight.” he answered. “Wow, and you still get a hard-on like that.”

I went and stood in front of him close enough that our cocks were touching each other and this only made our passions rise. I took both of my hands and wrapped them around the twins and slid my hands back and forth over the two of them. He told me that he hadn’t blown anyone for over 30 years and he’d like to suck me for awhile first, because he was afraid he’d cum to soon if I did it first and he wouldn’t get to enjoy my cock. I lay on the bed and he got beside me. He started to caress my body and tweak my nipples and I started to squirm. He attempted to kiss me on the lips and I told him I didn’t kiss guys. He then started licking my body working his way down. He inserted his tongue into my navel, contiuing the journey south. As he got to my cock, I could feel his breath upon it, but his mouth by passed it. He was kissing the insides of my thighs, but kept on his downward course. Now he was licking my toes and the soles of my feet. I started pleading with him to suck ! my cock and he just said, “In time, in time.” He told me to turn over and I did. He was now working his way up my body with his lips and tongue. I was afraid I’d blow my load just lying there. Now I started begging him to suck me. “Shhh.” was all the response I got. He was now kissing and licking my ass cheeks. Then he pulled them open and I could feel his tongue exploring until it found it’s target–my hairy asshole.

He started licking it furiously, God, it took every bit of control I could muster not to shoot. Now he was licking up my back and then the back of my neck. He turned me to face him and I grabbed him by the head and pulled him to me and kissed him passionately on his mouth, our tongues intertwining and searching out every corner and crevice in each others mouths. I could taste the menthol cigarettes he smoked, along with the beer, and wondered if I could perhaps taste my own sphincter juice on his tongue. He now went directly to my cock and didn’t tease me at! all. He took it into his mouth immediately and sucked expertly. He th en swung around and his beautiful meat was right in my face. I licked a glob of pre-cum from the eye and then took him into my mouth. We were both sucking greedily now and our bodies were twisting and rolling, but our mouths never lost contact with their prized possessions. Suddenly, from the base of his delicious cock, I could feel the load starting to travel up the shaft and so I sucked more greedily as I felt my own orgasm welling up. He started bucking his hips and in a moment he shot wads of come into my mouth. I was swallowing furiously, yet couldn’t contain all of it, as I felt some dribble down my chin. Then, I exploded in his mouth and could feel him gulping my jis down. We kept each others cock in our mouths until they started going flacid. He came up and lay beside me again and licked his cum of my chin and then tried to kiss me–I pulled away and he chuckled. “You staying the night?” “Sure as long as you give me a ride back to the base in the morning” , “No problem.” Four days later I returned to Fort Devens and received an Article 15 for being AWOL. In those four days, I got fucked in the ass for the very first times and fucked him in the ass, the first time I had done that also. Ever since then, I’ve had a thing for older guys–even now and I’m 64, so if any of you older guy want a 64 year older youngun, I’m here and waiting–mouth open Bob